The Jazzman: Does anyone see this message?

Optimus Prime: Affirmative, Jazz.

The Jazzman: That's great!

Ratchet: I see it, 'Jazzman'.

The Jazzman: Again, that's great! What about 'Hide and Prowler?

Prowl: Please desist, Jazz.

The Jazzman: Well, he sees something, or he wouldn't have said that.

Ratchet: That much is obvious.

Ratchet: Just... don't make him crash, Jazz. I'm having a Pit of a time already, juggling this datapad, a wrench, and Sideswipe's left arm.

The Jazzman: I don't even want to know, Ratchet.

Ironhide: I see it, Jazz.

The Jazzman: You're a little late to the party, but it's only getting started, so come on in, 'Hide :)

Ratchet: I will never pretend to understand Jazz or the things that come out of his vocalizer.

The Jazzman: I didn't say it, Ratch, I typed it.

Optimus Prime: Is there a point to this, Jazz?

The Jazzman: This is called the first test: ensuring everyone gets the message and receives notifs for it.

Prowl: Notifs?

The Jazzman: ...Notifications, Prowler.

Jazz tapped his fingers against his chin. Perched on Soundwave's berth, he was attempting to form a new plan of action for teaching his fellow Autobots how to use the group chat system.

"Jazz: Distracted," Soundwave noted.

"Sorry, 'Wave, just thinkin' 'bout that little project o' mine." Jazz leaned back to stretch out beside the Deceipticon third-in-command. "Hard ta teach some old dogs new tricks."

"Query: Jazz is teaching dogs?" Soundwave asked. There was a tiny sparkle in his visor, and Jazz had to laugh.

"More like Soundwave is tryin' ta make a joke an' it turned out terrible," he shot back. "Nah, mech, ya know who Ah'm teachin'. Ya just can't stay outta my processor, can ya?"

"Jazz: Enigmatic. Hard to read."

"Ah almost feel like that was supposed ta be a compliment."

"Assumption: Correct." Soundwave pulled the Autobot closer, and closed the gap between them.

The Jazzman: hellooooooo

The Jazzman: anyone out there?

Ratchet: Please, write properly, Jazz. For Primus' sakes, you type like a youngling.

The Jazzman: only 4 u

Ironhide: Now look what you've done, Ratchet, he's typing even worse.

The Jazzman: I'll be a good boy, I promise. ;)

Ratchet: Now look what you've done, Ironhide, he's using the semi-colon parentheses thing.

The Jazzman: it's a winking smiley face, ratch

Ratchet: You have been hanging out with too many humans.

The Jazzman: mmm nah, i picked that one up from rumble and frenzy

Ratchet: I get the feeling you shouldn't have admitted that.

Ironhide: Be glad Cliffjumper and Red Alert don't have access to this damn chat thing, or they'd be clambering over themselves to try and get you in the brig, you filthy traitor you.

The Jazzman: I know. :)

Ratchet: Why does he type properly when he addresses you, and not anyone else?

Prowl: I suspect that Jazz is seeking to irritate you, Ratchet. I also suspect that he may be succeeding.

The Jazzman: you always were a smart one, prowler ;)